Mrs. Ma wiped away her tears and walked out with a bowl of water, and said politely: "Master forgive me, the family is too shabby, and there is really no wine and food to serve." ”

The old monk took the water bowl and looked up, and said with a smile: "It's okay, since the old monk begged the female benefactor for this bowl of water today, even if he is married to this child." The old monk dared to give this baby a hexagram, I wonder if the female benefactor wants to hear it? ”

Old Mrs. Ma embarrassedly pulled out her empty pocket and trembled.

"Huh...... The female benefactor doesn't have to, the old monk just feels that he has a relationship with this child. ”

It is implied in the book that this old monk is not an ordinary person, he is a master of Rehe monk Puci.

Master Puci doesn't just give people hexagrams, you just have mountains of gold and silver to ask for hexagrams, if you don't have a chance, I'm afraid you won't be able to see Master Puci. There are many stories of Master Puci, it is said that he became a living Buddha in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China. No one knows how old he is now.

Master Puci said that according to the birth date of your grandson, his life is worth one or two nine dollars, this child's life is too light, and people with light lives are afraid that it will not be easy to support them in the future.

There is also a saying among the people that the life is one or two nine dollars and nine money, that is, it is cheap! Not to mention one in a hundred miles with such a light life, it may not be possible to pick out such a one out of a thousand. Why? Because he died before he grew up.

When Mrs. Ma heard this, she was anxious, and hurriedly asked the master how to break it? Our old Ma family is such a lone seedling!

The old monk closed his eyes and pondered for a moment and said, "If you can trust the old monk, this baby boy can be sent to my temple when he reaches the age of two, and he will return to his hometown on the day he leaves the Tongguan?" ”

Mo said that Mrs. Ma didn't know that he was Master Puci, even if she knew, whose newborn baby grandson was willing to be sent to the temple to be a monk at such a young age? Although Mrs. Ma hates her wild man, then again, a country woman marries a chicken and a dog and a dog, and his wild man is not an ordinary horse bandit, and when the child's grandfather comes back in the future, he will have to fight with her when he hears that his grandson has been sent to the temple!

Mrs. Ma politely refused, and after a few more greetings, she went back to the house to continue to take care of her daughter-in-law who had just given birth.

"If the donor refuses, don't give him a name before he is a year old." After Master Puci said this, he folded his hands and turned to leave.

Mrs. Ma didn't take it seriously when she heard it. However, in the countryside, newborn babies are particular about choosing names, and they must be chosen by the man who is in charge of the family, and it is believed that the name of the child can determine the fate of a lifetime. Now that my father is dead, I can only wait for the grandfather of the horse bandit who killed that day to come back.

The snow was still falling, and Master Puci's shiny bald head was already full of white flowers, and the snow water that had melted down his face was like a ravine. He stood on the small bridge at the east end of Tunzi and looked at an old road on the other side of the bridge, neither of them spoke, just smiled slightly, nodded, and then passed by.

The fate of the baby boy was bumpy, just after birth, the mother fell ill due to excessive blood loss during childbirth, and died a few days later. The hard-working baby boy lost his parents, and his elderly grandmother took care of him who was frail and sickly, and finally supported his little life to 100 days in a blink of an eye.

In the countryside of Northeast China, the 100-day newborn is a day of great joy, and every family has to set up a wine banquet to invite neighboring relatives and friends, but the Ma family is too poor. Don't say that the wine is arranged, but I am afraid that this poor child can see that the sun tomorrow is already burning incense.

Grandma stood in the small courtyard holding her grandson, who had a high fever for several days, and her tears couldn't stop falling. Lang Zhong said that the child could only survive for a few more days.

"Amitayus Buddha, the old way is so polite, I don't know if Ma Erke is at home?"

As soon as Mrs. Ma looked up, she saw a Taoist priest standing at the gate of the small courtyard, he was dressed in a green cloud robe, with a glaive crown on his head, stepping on Qingyun boots, and holding seven colors of dust, so he looked like a fairy wind and bones.

Ma Er is her horse bandit who has been stabbed a thousand times. But even the blind date neighbors don't know his name, where does this old way come from?

She hated Ma Er, but she also knew these etiquette, and hugged her thin grandson and said politely: "The immortal chief doesn't know, my master never returns home, I don't know if the immortal chief is here to find him?" Or did he come to find his grandson? "Mrs. Ma is not stupid, although she doesn't know what her grandson's fate is, but after he was born, he was a monk and a Taoist priest and came to the door one after another, which shows that the fate of this child must be extraordinary.

"If the fairy chief has come to see his grandson, then I'm afraid it will ......" She choked and wiped her tears, pointed to the baby boy in her arms, and said, "I'm afraid my poor grandson won't live today." ”

"Oh? Is it? Poor Dao doesn't see it that way. The old man was not polite, he stepped in and reached out directly to hold the baby from Mrs. Ma's arms.

The baby was wrapped in a small blanket, his eyes closed and his brows furrowed, and his little face was pale and lifeless.

Lao Dao held the half-dead baby boy in his left arms, kept pinching his soft muscles and bones with his right hand, and finally gently touched the baby's forehead with his index finger. Unexpectedly, the baby boy opened his eyes and giggled at Lao Dao.

"What a thief! Ha ha...... It seems that Ma Lao Er has a queen! Lao Dao stroked his beard and laughed out loud.

"But with all due respect, I'm afraid this child is not easy to feed, his soul is too light, and his bones are light. Besides, if he wasn't like this, then he would be an ordinary person in the future, and there would be no need for Poor Dao to come to see him today. ”

Mrs. Ma knelt down and cried and begged the fairy chief to save my grandson who was in distress.

Lao Dao returned the child to her and said that it was not difficult to save him, but this child was born with a weak soul and a yin energy in his soul. The reason why he was not in good health was because his soul was burned by the yang energy of a living person in the mortal world.

"There is a cemetery in the forest behind Tunzi, and Poor Dao is going to take your grandson now, are you willing or not?" Lao Dao just smiled and stood in the courtyard looking at her.

"Good! I'm just an old lady who doesn't understand the truth of the immortal, but since you are Ma Er's friend, I believe in you! Grandma resolutely handed over her precious grandson to Lao Dao.

The old man didn't say a word, and walked to the mass grave outside the tunzi with the baby boy in his arms. A coffin was revealed in the dark cavern, which had already been torn open by wild dogs, and the bones inside were broken. The old man actually threw the baby boy directly into it.

Strange to say, the baby boy was still giggling while lying in the coffin, the fever had subsided, and his face had returned to pink. Lao Dao stood in front of the grave, nodded with satisfaction, and then walked away.

Early the next morning, Mrs. Ma took her grandson back, and from then on, the baby boy slept in a mass grave every night. Ever since the mass grave welcomed his special occupant, the bobcats and beasts that often haunt the flesh of the dead have stopped visiting.